The city is the stage upon which our lives unfold—detached from nature, shaped by a mechanical routine, far removed from silence.
The variations and nuances inherent to nature are lost in starless nights, dazzled by streetlights, scentless flowers, and streets devoid of hedgerows.

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And yet, the city eludes any definitive form of representation. Impermanent and ever-changing, it is a fertile ground for all contradictions. Wild grass growing in the shadow of a concrete wall. The individual erased by a teeming crowd.
The richness of human diversity absent from the countryside.
The Haussmannian building—beautiful and insulated, cold and impenetrable. The pale and somber tower—warm and welcoming.

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In these urban spaces, a plurality within a whole, boundaries are constantly redefined.

The raw materials of metal, stone, and concrete reveal themselves as unstable and fragile. Constructed and deconstructed, mirroring our bodies and our lives.
The city is an ordinary body, resolutely poetic.